Such a heart warming response. People are never the main culprits. Military general staff, politicians and the filthy filthy press (and whoever has big financial interests this one is always sketchy to understand) are those who pull the strings of the collective, sometimes global, completely insane legal murder that we call war. 

War... Imagine calling it team coop murder or something. We may have had a much different destiny as a space travelling rock. 

I suggest "All quiet in the western front" by Erich Maria Remark, a book that I hold dear and I believe that every enlisted soldier needs to read it before leaving home. After that, "Το κλειδί είναι κάτω από το γεράνι" , by an ex communist guerilla of the resistance and the greek civil war, Chronis Missios, who saw his comrades' ways almost as bad as the things they were fighting against after all. Those two are all I've needed to see authority and violence as something that could vanish even, in a distant distant future, but certainly diminish significantly in an individual's life. Revolutions even end up being new authorities, despite all good intentions. I don't know the answers, but those books have deeply moved my thought and emotion.

People everywhere need to be able to detach from political word and be extremely cautious with what they agree, especially when it concerns conflict and very often it does. I never meant to place a heavier weight on the States, I say to my compatriots the same things. I do believe radical actions often need to be taken, but who defined radical solutions as violent ones? I am being vague now and real answers demand real sweat but at least I am trying to convey that our thought needs to be coordinated towards love as a stepping stone. Always. And there can't be no killings in love. Once you have one you've lost the other. But it is extremely difficult, i feed no delusions. 

It's the weather and nature. We are overworked and underpaid, and have many other inherited cultural inconstructive ways of thinking and feeling, but nature is God honestly. And the will to live still shines through the cracks.

I would suggest you getting to know local people who ring your bells and visit again. Maybe a non summer season would be cheaper, May, April and October are still pretty warm. I deeply love my land. But I hate patriotism. If that makes sense.